My Diary

Well, they love me and I love them....I have a wonderful sisfur, Shelby....well, sometimes she sets me straight...but for some reason everyone says that is something I need from time to time...I've been up in the big people's bed, but to be honest, I like my crate when it comes to serious sleep. They let me make this decision on my own. Shelby told me she didn't like being crated, but that is because someone made her stay in one too long before she came to mom and dad. I just love it here....

Stats:
Only a few tinkle accidents, but I got that figured out, now...

One dead Santa doll, but I have another one just like him....

Killed one new toy in less than 3 minutes....but Shelby helped me...

Defluffed whale toy one day...

Apx. 7 toys destroyed in two weeks....but that is what they are for, so I don't destroy other stuff...

Don't pick a pepper out of mom's garden....other stuff is okay, but when mom tells you to "drop it" and it's a pepper, you better drop it....pumkins and tomatoes are okay to pick....yummm!

I outgrew my baby crate in the first week I was here....sisfur's friend, Jake let me borrow his big boy crate (he doesn't need it) and now I have a big crate upstairs and a big crate downstairs...but i pretty much go wherever I want when everyone is here...except the computer room with the baby gate...